"Harry Potter... Big?"
The cheap cat muttered to himself, furrowing his brows and asked, "Kid, why do I feel this name is a bit odd?"
Yang Zhen smirked and said dismissively, "What do you know? No matter where you are, being big is the truth. Whoever has a big fist calls the shots, whoever has the power calls the shots. Yours is especially big; you tell me, if you say it counts, doesn't it?"
Hearing this, the cheap cat's face broke into a pleased expression, as though feeling there was some sense to it, and nodded with a solemn face, "From today onward, my title shall be called 'Harry Potter Big'!"
Yang Zhen patted the cheap cat on the head and said, "I wish you a return to your former glory in the Endless Wilderness, to recapture the feeling of dominating the scene as in the past."
The cheap cat laughed like a fatty weighing two hundred pounds and curiously asked, "When do we set off?"
